Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.